PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

do i realize, that a compromise, is somewhere in between?

do i understand, that to socialize, is nothing that i need?

do i sacrifice, to dispose of lies? my blinded eyes, just bleed

am i inbetween, or in the hole, will i comprehend the scene?



pricked up fingers and pins and needles, never rolled up sleeve

have been everywhere but i’ve never found, just what it is i really need

i’ve heard the lies, succumbed to hatred , you know i still don’t believe

that only you could harvest me, but you’ve planted a bad seed



i can’t find out what it’s doing to me, you can’t quite keep me down.

crawling to try to stay above it all, but all i do is drown

could you explain to me now, why this is not considered a sin

and explain, why it is i live and breathe, this wicked world within



now if you could, please tell me why everything must keep moving now

while i sit in this shell, watching it all fall far beneath me, how?

and i know it’s all on fire, but i’ve not the strength to put it out

though you label me a liar, nothing’s left of your sense of doubt